The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-01-26


ing in common"
"Not even our humanityp asked Sol
omon.
The stern face of the young girl soft
ened little, but only for a moment.
'No!" she answered, angrily, ''not
even that 1, you know, am made of
the inferior ciay-you of the pure porce-
lain. DO you not remember how even
good, kind Aunt Hester told you there
were no young ladies with her, only the
seamstress. You are slightly bored al
ready, and think me odd enough to amuse
you for q while: butif some of these gay
ladies among whom hear you are such
favorite were to como here, you would
not even know me. Good evening, sir"
What q furious little radical"
thought Sol, with an uneasy laugh, as he
watched her retreatng figure. After
all, he was not quite sure that she had
not spoken the truth.
Ii the calico frock had been flounced
SILK, for instance, how many degrees
more dcfcrential would have been his
manner in presenting the cherriesl
Query the second:
II the calico frock had been walking
down Broadway about o'clock in the
afternoon, would he, Solomon Griggs, of
GrigRs, Makem IL Co.. as willingly escort
it as across those green fields where, if
the robins and bluebirds did make re-
marks, it was in their own languagel
Sol couldn't answer the questions sat-
isfactorily, but he went to bed and
dreamed all night of the little Diogenes
in her calico frock.
That week and the next week he
waited patiently for the first glimpse of
that remarkable garment coming around
the corner, but in vain. And when, in
such very careless manner that it was
quite remarkable, he wondered audibly
''wherc that odd little girl lived whom
he saw on the eve of his arrival" Aunt
Hester answered, dryly; "Away up
| thel bouts" pointing with her hand.
She boarded, she believed, with some
queer sort of folks there; though, for
that matter, she was queer enough her
self. And this was absolutely all she
would say on the subject.
The next day Sol took it upon himself
to wander up that way, whereabouts, y
and was rewarded with glimpse of the
calico frock going through a broken
gate; and, following it closely, came up
with the wearer as she wac about to
enter the dilapldated front door, al
which piece of impertinence she was SC
much incensed as to turn very red, while
tears actually started to her eyes.
"What do you want' she asked
sharply enough.
'.i'o see your' replied SOL who, taker
by surprise, could think of nothing but
the truth.
"Well you have seen me-now go?"
"But it's warm day, and I am very
tired!"
II can't help that It's not my fault
lis itl"
"You might ask me to walk in and si
down, if you were not as hard hearted a!
q Iluronw
"This is not my house"
"You would then, if it were2"
Il don't say that"
"Wcll, then, am thirsty-give me {
glass of water"
"There is the well, and an iron cuI
fastened to it by chain, help your
self.
"You inhospitable little misan
thrope!-"
''But she was gone; and the next time
| llC lnpullC0 1Ol hCl1 <luhb IASobNA WV
him, with malicious twinkle of the eye
that she was gone to the city.
Perhaps the good soul had beer
troubled with visions of future Mrs
Griggs, and was not altogether displeased
that an insurmountable barrier wa!
placed between "that odd Rachel Hart
and her nephew Sol, who was a good
boy, but didn't know the ways o.
women"
Be that as it may, her JOY was shortly
turned into mourning, for Solomon re-
ceived dispatches requiring his immedi
ate presence in the city. AT least so h
said, for Aunt Hester was immovable il
her conviction that THAT Rachel wa
somehow at the bottom of it," She ever
limited as much to Solomon when he bad,
her goodbye; but he only laughed, ant
told her to take care Of herself.
After all, business could not have beel
I + o very pressing, as he spent the create
portion of his time wandering through
lanes and back streets, not unfTequentl.
dashing down alleys with the inexplica
BILE exclamation of That's herW iron
whence he always returned very red il
the face and sheepish in expression.